"Instructor Yan is... drawing formations for the Corpse Walking Stronghold?"
Mo Hua’s little face became anxious.
Could Instructor Yan have gone bad?
He wanted to find out, so he released his Divine Sense to see if anyone inside the Corpse Walking Stronghold was drawing formations.
As his majestic Divine Sense unfolded, the outline of the Corpse Walking Stronghold dissolved.
Within this expanse of void, pale blue, pale white, and dark gray auras intertwined and flourished.
This was the true form of Spiritual Energy beneath the surface appearances of the world.
Or perhaps, just a deeper layer of surface appearances.
Mo Hua steadied his breath and concentrated, searching through each room, scrutinizing each cultivator.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, he finally made a discovery.
In a secluded and cramped room, a cultivator resided alone, at the Qi Refining Ninth Level, sitting at a desk, focused on drawing a formation.
From the tip of his brush, neat formation patterns emerged one after another, and the formation beneath gradually took shape.
It seemed to be a Spirit Gathering Array.
While Mo Hua was spying on him with his Divine Sense,
The cultivator felt something, paused his brush, looked around, then revealed a puzzled expression.
"Someone?"
"No, this is the Corpse Walking Stronghold. There can’t be outsiders..."
"But..."
He furrowed his brows.
He had indeed sensed a faint breath just now.
This breath was very familiar, like that of an old friend, but upon close inspection, it had vanished without a trace.
"Perhaps it’s just my imagination..."
He shook his head as if reminded of something, sighed softly, and then continued to draw the formation.
Mo Hua opened his eyes.
It was the aura of Instructor Yan!
He pondered for a moment, then hid his figure, employed his movement technique, and stealthily hopped to the roof of a building. He lay prone and poked out his little head to look inside.
The interior of the cramped room was simply furnished, equipped with only a bed, a desk, and a chair.
Apart from that were Formation Books and Formation Diagrams, as well as other miscellaneous items related to formation drawing.
Someone inside was drawing a formation, dressed plainly, with a straight posture.
He looked serious and tired, but his eyes were determined.
It was Instructor Yan, whom Mo Hua recognized so well!
Mo Hua felt a slight excitement in his heart.
Ever since Instructor Yan left Tongxian City, Mo Hua had not seen him.
Instructor Yan had enlightened Mo Hua in formations, and occasionally, Mo Hua worried about him.
He wondered how Instructor Yan was doing, whether his path in cultivation was going smoothly, whether his formation skills had improved, and whether he had found a Tao companion...
Later, upon arriving in South Yue City, when Mo Hua heard that Instructor Yan had gone missing in the mines, he had been somewhat anxious.
Now that he saw Instructor Yan safe and sound, Mo Hua was relieved.
Mo Hua thought for a while, decided not to rush out to meet Instructor Yan suddenly, but instead to observe and see what exactly Instructor Yan was up to.
As time passes, hearts can change.
Mo Hua was not sure if the current Instructor Yan was still the same person he knew before.
Whether he had really helped the Corpse Walking Stronghold do evil deeds.
Mo Hua calmed down and watched attentively with a stern little face.
Instructor Yan continued to draw the formation, with a meticulous and serious attitude, unaware that his former student was "peeping" at him.
After finishing the formation, Instructor Yan then looked at some Formation Books, browsed through a few Formation Diagrams, and made some annotations.
Mo Hua nodded slightly; this was how Instructor Yan had taught him in the past.
To learn formations, one must be diligent.
One should read a lot, learn a lot, think a lot, and also record a lot.
After a while, Instructor Yan was interrupted by someone while reading his Formation Books.
A corpse cultivator clad in gray with a deathly pale complexion knocked on Instructor Yan’s door.
Who could it be?!
And for what reason?
Instructor Yan’s brows knit tightly, his expression grave.
Just then, a small hand gently patted Instructor Yan’s shoulder.
A chill ran down Instructor Yan’s spine, his scalp tingling.
Was there someone in the room?
And was that person standing right behind him at this very moment?!
While Instructor Yan was in turmoil, a crisp voice asked by his ear:
"Instructor Yan, why are you acting like a thief?"
The voice was that of a child, crisp and pleasant to hear.
Moreover, it was extremely familiar...
Instructor Yan whirled around, his mouth agape, and it took him a moment before he could speak:
"Mo... Mo Hua?!"
Mo Hua smiled brightly, "Instructor Yan, it’s been a long time."
Instructor Yan was completely stunned.
He blinked, looking at Mo Hua.
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Mo Hua still looked the way he remembered—delicate and cute, with clear eyes. He had just grown a few years older and a bit taller.
Beyond the sparkling eyes, there was something unfathomable, like a deep and lustrous jade stone.
Instructor Yan blinked again and looked at Mo Hua, then said with sudden realization:
"I must be dreaming..."
Old people often like to reminisce.
It seems he had recalled the events in Tongxian City, along with Mo Hua, the child...
Instructor Yan relaxed somewhat, his expression somewhat wistful.
Mo Hua was somewhat speechless, yet also somewhat helpless as he said:
"Instructor Yan, it’s me. I came to find you."
Instructor Yan was momentarily stunned.
As far as dreams go...
That voice was strangely clear.
The expression on Mo Hua’s face was also too vivid.
He focused his gaze, as though he could see Mo Hua’s exquisite little face.
Instructor Yan looked up again, saw the dim mountains, an overall chill, but there was indeed a sun hanging high in between the cliffs.
In broad daylight, how could one have dreams?
Instructor Yan was startled and then with trembling hands, gently touched Mo Hua’s shoulder, incredulously asking:
"Is it... really Mo Hua?"
Instructor Yan’s voice was trembling slightly, and the corners of his eyes were moist.
He had not expected that in his lifetime, he would really be able to see Mo Hua, his student, once again...
Mo Hua, somewhat moved, nodded and said:
"It’s me!"
Instructor Yan suddenly became stern and he asked with concern:
"But how did you... how did you get here?"
"I came to find you."
Instructor Yan was taken aback, "To find me?"
Mo Hua replied, "Not just you, I’m also looking for Zhang Quan, the Zombies, and... a Formation."
Instructor Yan listened, confused, and then remembering something, his gaze shook:
"You’re also searching for... the Spiritual Pivot Formation?"
Mo Hua nodded, confirming his thoughts.
It appeared that the Formation on the zombie was indeed the treasured Spiritual Pivot Formation of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect, inherited from the Ultimate Formation of the Great Hidden Spirit Sect over a thousand years ago:
The Spiritual Pivot Formation!